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What Kankuro takes a break and stops at the cafe' like any cop would do...and feels like pesterin' pretty girls..
Who: Kankuro + Sakura
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The Hamato Café
Rating: Let's play it safe with PG-13 just for Kank's sake
Open/Closed To: Sakura
Kankuro stood in line impatiently like some kid in a candy store as he waited to reach the counter. His eyes were all but glued to the deserts that sat out just a touching distance away. His fingers glided across the glass surface reading each name card off with anticipation. He pouted knowing full well he was restraining himself from anything remotely sweet. He would not become like some of his fat, lazy counterparts that ran out of breath just getting to their car.
He suddenly stopped wondering what he was doing here if he couldn't indulge himself in such a sweet desert. He stood with his mouth gapping open looking up at the menu as if it was going to open the holy grail of answers.
"Can I interest you in the special of the day Caramel Frappuccino with whipped cream, caramel sauce and milk?" the person at the counter asked in a board tone with words that came out too fast for Kankuro to comprehend.
"Was that English?" he asked with an upturned eyebrow. Since when did the little bastards start to tell you what you wanted when you were still deciding?
"What can I get you?" the blond asked, another lazy and bored drawl surfacing from his voice. The line started to pile up behind him with many disgruntled customers despite the uniform on his back. He was certain the old woman behind him had tapped him on the back with her cane and it took every nerve in his body to not turn around and take it from her to snap it in half. Between Maes and Havoc it was dully noted that he had to tone it down.
In frustration he ordered the peanut butter cheesecake and some twisted sounding drink that at least looked appetizing. He supposed he'd have to get used to this coffee shit, even if it turned his mouth inside out.
Who: Kankuro + Sakura
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The Hamato Café
Rating: Let's play it safe with PG-13 just for Kank's sake
Open/Closed To: Sakura
Kankuro stood in line impatiently like some kid in a candy store as he waited to reach the counter. His eyes were all but glued to the deserts that sat out just a touching distance away. His fingers glided across the glass surface reading each name card off with anticipation. He pouted knowing full well he was restraining himself from anything remotely sweet. He would not become like some of his fat, lazy counterparts that ran out of breath just getting to their car.
He suddenly stopped wondering what he was doing here if he couldn't indulge himself in such a sweet desert. He stood with his mouth gapping open looking up at the menu as if it was going to open the holy grail of answers.
"Can I interest you in the special of the day Caramel Frappuccino with whipped cream, caramel sauce and milk?" the person at the counter asked in a board tone with words that came out too fast for Kankuro to comprehend.
"Was that English?" he asked with an upturned eyebrow. Since when did the little bastards start to tell you what you wanted when you were still deciding?
"What can I get you?" the blond asked, another lazy and bored drawl surfacing from his voice. The line started to pile up behind him with many disgruntled customers despite the uniform on his back. He was certain the old woman behind him had tapped him on the back with her cane and it took every nerve in his body to not turn around and take it from her to snap it in half. Between Maes and Havoc it was dully noted that he had to tone it down.
In frustration he ordered the peanut butter cheesecake and some twisted sounding drink that at least looked appetizing. He supposed he'd have to get used to this coffee shit, even if it turned his mouth inside out.